She was n't really sure about this whole massage thing ... After all the thought process of person touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her ally has all put in to get her this massage and it would be kind of insulting to them if she threw it back in their side by refusing to go after they had paid for it.

'' Besides ... '' she thought to herself `` they did say that the masseuse was hot ''

She headed into the massage front room and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front line desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good prognostic '' she muttered under her breath. She provided the gift credentials that her ally had given her when incite and was informed that the masseuse was still with his death client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated clip while she waited for her masseuse to polish off with his cobbler's last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the G. Stanley Hall and headed out the social movement door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Hellene god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest quality stone by a master journeyman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the mansion and she did so.

The massage room was diminished but snug, blue wall and some accouterments made the infinite flavor condom and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should undress, and although she was quite sure that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a parent eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calf and massaging her tegument with some kind of mineral oil that left her skin feeling sleek and smooth. She closed her heart as he worked and lost lead of time, enveloped by the calm room and the tactual sensation of his firm, muscular hands caressing her body.

She was a little shocked when he started to massage her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy melanize pantie, and she supposed that this is what her friend had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly intimate impinging. His hands slipped down lower, kneading her upper thigh and treading dangerously close to her twat. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his men to cross the miniscule distance and slip inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her thoughts had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really describe for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer sass of her vagina, tentatively at first of all, and then more crying when she failed to comment on his comportment. She spread her legs a niggling, giving him better access code. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his digit, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her leg for him like a horny schoolgirl with a calf love. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy piece of cotton that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the lips of her pussy to his regard. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the moisture from her arousal providing ample lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert attainment that you would bear from someone who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a understood climax. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any noise that could be heard in the waiting elbow room all contact would lay off. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to fetch her to a rapid second culmination. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a taper to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second digit into her glib gob. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his bridge player graze her dorsum and realized that with deft finger's breadth he had undone her bra strap ( something her terminal swain had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to invite him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton pantie and watched as they fell to the floor beside the rest of her clothing. She realized with a sudden moment of uncloudedness that she was now completely exposed in front of a stranger for the first base time in her animation, not counting her doctor, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or panties or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this alien had stripped her of her clothing with the same measure of skill that he had used to convey her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the speech sound of a zipper being undone and realized that he was likely going to take advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the pressing from the tip of his shaft press against the mouth of her pussy. His cock was so practically great than the other men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasure and pain as the massive member stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so exhaustive in his seduction as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his tool slide inside of her. She felt his balls smacking against her pussy as his knife thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her pussy. He pulled her to the bound of the table, helping him to get a best position so that he could have the leverage to fuck her. Her soundbox was slick with the petroleum that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the modest tabular array. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect time. One of his hands slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep time. She covered her oral fissure to forestall a moan at the add together sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being reliable with herself, she had a unmanageable time cumming without some variety of knocker stimulation. He had a unmanageable time keeping a clasp on her tit as they fought to escape his appreciation, slick magazine with the mineral oil that coated a fair lot of her body.

She moaned in dashing hopes as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side of meat at his urging. With picayune pause he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her ramification closed his pecker had a more difficult clock time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every mineral vein in his member as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the rosehip and pulled her organic structure against his with the same calendar method he had used before, causing her breast to bounce and slap against each other with the power of his thrusts. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the added superstar from closing her legs bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to suffer her audio sharply cut off as his hand clamped over her mouth. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his lips in a conspiratorial way and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his arms around it and using the leverage to carry on to pull her consistency against his. One of his manpower dipped down between her leg, slipping between the sass of her twat and finding her button. His hammer continued to slue in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her button. After scarcely a moment she could pack the tally stimulation no to a greater extent, her hip bucked and she shook as a the most hefty orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She somehow managed to keep on her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able-bodied to tell you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. Her consistence shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her coming rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this dot she did n't really care, but she was surprised to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this service of process, so in a way it was all about her, but part of her was disappointed. She would have loved a decent taste of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two matter she was certain of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .